Evillious Chronicles

Madness of Duke Venomania

Today again, a beautiful woman comes to me

That smiling you will be my new wife

The door flew open to reveal the Duke with yet another girl desperately clinging to him. Where he had found this one, no one knew, and no one could bring themselves to care. Who was she? What was her life before? It didn't matter. Whoever she was had vanished the moment she had looked into the Duke's eyes. The girls flocked to the man, all vying for his attention and hoping to be the lucky girl chosen to entertain him for the night, though they all knew all of his attention would simply fall to the young girl in his arms. How many did that make this? Even the Duke had lost count of how many he had brought back with him in his journeys, all he knew was that it wasn't enough. He needed more.

A forbidden deal with the devil - this Power placed in my hands

All the women that look at me will fall enchanted

He could still feel that searing sensation burning through his body, a deep burn that never seemed to go away since his eyes had met the burning eyes of that demon. He had been desperate, that was true, and the deal had granted him everything he always wanted, but he found that it came with a dire side effect. He needed the embrace of his wives to put out the flames coursing through his veins. Every single one was his personal dose of medicine but even they couldn't handle all of his illness, he had to continue finding more and more to get rid of the growing poison in his body.

With the power to charm women

That man - to the basement of the mansion where he lives alone -

Brings one by one the women he likes

Building up his harem

The sounds vibrated off the mansion's walls and down to the basement, where the women sat and listened enviously. The mansion had been falling into disrepair, but thanks to the women who were desperate for attention, it was slowly getting fixed by hands of those hoping for praise. It was almost as if the women he picked were to make up his missing servants, though none of them ever gave that much thought, no, all they could think about was the next time those smoldering eyes would meet theirs and when those long, elegant, ivory fingers would next grace their skin.

The taste of libido that hid poison - the pleasure of the blade that cut

Blood and sweat mixed together turn, before long, into drops of purple

Once the clothes come off. there's no return to sanity

The benefit to the deal with the devil was not only the face that could enchant women, but the devotion that came with it. They all loved him. They all adored him. They all needed him. And he soaked up all of their emotions wholeheartedly. Yes, one would come out of his room with cuts and scratches, not like he was not wearing his own. He had discovered that his blood would turn purple after a few moments, strange, but he never put much more thought into it. He was much too busy taking care of his girls. He would go on long trips, however, going out to the towns around him to see what he could find in the villages. Every time he returned, he brought with him another sweet young bride. Not to say that they didn't also come, no he often heard a knock on his door with another bride on the other side waiting for him, her words freezing on her lips.